'What? Did I hear him right?'

'This kid is not willing to be my disciple?'

The other disciples had a complex expression on their faces; some of them gave Darryl weird stares.

It was the first time that their master had offered to take a disciple, yet the kid had refused her so curtly!

'Is he crazy?'

"You don't want to be my disciple?"

The beautiful woman in a purple dress frowned slightly and said, "Darren, you are a cultivator; how can you possibly be willing to be a fisherman? You can't be a loser. I think you have a good background. That's why I offered to take you in as my disciple."

She was arrogant and haughty when she said that. "Do you know who I am? Do you know how many people in these nine continents want to be my disciple?"

"Well..." Darryl asked quizzically, "May I ask who are you, Fairy Sister?"

The beautiful woman cracked a smile and said arrogantly, "Have you heard of the Holy Saint Sect'?"

The Holy Saint Sect?

Darryl shuddered; he was stupefied.